14/06/2025
Let the Flowers Bloom as Bombs
Let the petals not whisper peace,
But scream through skies with fire’s release.
No more soft winds on olive trees,
Let rage replace the evening breeze.
Let beauty burn in crimson light,
A thousand blooms erupting bright.
No lullaby, no gentle tune —
Just sirens howling at the moon.
In Tel Aviv, let roses rise,
Not kissed by sun, but war-torn skies.
Let jasmine burst through concrete walls,
Like vengeance wrapped in petal falls.
They sowed the soil with shattered dreams,
Now let the flowers break their schemes.
A garden born of blood and ash,
Each blossom strikes, each tulip slashed.
So bloom, O flowers — not in grace,
But with the fury of a cursed place.
No peace for those who silence cries,
Let beauty be what terror buys.
